Personal Narrative : The Life Of My Life

It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice.

Ever since I was little my life has been changed. It all started when I was 8 and woke up to my parents fighting. They were throwing things at each other, calling each other names, and hitting and pushing each other around. I went outside of my room to go to the bathroom and saw my birth mother, Katie, laying in the floor with a pool of blood by her head. As soon as i saw this I went back to my room and pretended that i never saw anything. I tried to go to sleep, but I found that unbearable. The next morning I was getting ready for school and I noticed that my birth mother wasn't there. It was then at the moment that I realized that she was never coming back. I continued on with my day and when i get home later that day my father wanted to

There was very many trials and events during this time, so much so I could write a book so this is really only the tip of the tip of the iceburg.

I decided to sit in the front as the navigator alongside with my father having possession of the wheel. As my father was driving, my sister was explaining why she is so excited to watch the movie. My sister then proclaimed, “It’s a movie that is based on the novel written by Suzanne Col--.” At that moment my sister stopped midway through her conversation, pointing with fear at a motorcyclist having blood gushing through his leg. The man glanced deep into my eyes, and I thought in my mind that will never happen to me. It was a tragedy when I observed the accident, and I was acting a bit too conceited. Two miles had passed the traffic from this accident was tremendous, a full stop. Luckily, my father spotted in the corner of his pupil that the nearest lane to the sidewalk was accessible, and nobody was driving on it surprisingly. We went ahead to move to the right, changing lanes carefully to reach the lane. At that instant, my dad then increased speed to 45 miles per hour to get to the theatre slightly quicker. As we were advancing through this lane at immense speed, a Toyota Civic with a brown tint then tried to change lanes. My dad was furious that he did not want the car to cut him off when it was his right of way. My dad then commented with a temper, “No!” Stomping on the gas pedal, he increased his acceleration to a rushing 75 miles per hour to prevent the car from cutting us off. The car continued to change lanes carelessly without a turn signal. At that moment, all I remembered was glass being shattered everywhere. My heart then stopped, and I was whiplashed with massive force having my head collide with the dashboard. Furthermore, all I saw was pitch black, and I did not know what was happening. After six minutes have passed, I regained some consciousness, shaking my head and trying to gain coordination with my eyes. All that I could hear is an old woman’s voice with

Life really doesn't like to tell you what's ahead; sometimes it's nice and gives you a little hint, sometimes life replays itself so at least there's some familiarity in it, but most of the time my life seems out of my control. As a fifteen year old many people would hear me say this and scoff saying I don't have 'real' problems, or I don't know what the 'real' world is like. On one hand they're right, I shouldn't know what the 'real' world is like, most fifteen year olds are thinking about what picture they Instagram is a 'real' world problem. But being the not-so-average teenager, I do know what this so called 'real' world is.

I stayed inside my house because I felt my life would be in danger if I stepped out. Thirty minutes later, the big armor ambulance with Christmas colored sirens came in a rush. The Paramedics took the man on a stretcher and left to the hospital. One of my neighbors told me who got shot, and his name was Alex. I completely broke down and especially mentally. My knees were on the ground, my hands over my face, and my whole body was shivering. In my head the world was moving in slow motion and you can actually see my tear drop crash into the ground. How the tear scatters its particles on the dirt and instantly becomes soggy. Suddenly, I just woke up like I was having a terrible nightmare and adrenaline rushing through my body. I ran to my Honda Civic car like there was no tomorrow. Quickly I turned it on and press the gas pedal, leaving burn marks on the ground. I really felt like I was in a race because I was hitting around 70 MPH while passing street

After this, my dad knew I wouldn’t stop, he knew what this meant. He took me to a doctor right away. the car ride was one painful ride but we made it. We go to a doctor and he puts me to sleep. Everything goes black. I couldn’t open my eyes. Night past and day came. When I woke, I noticed something. Something

I remember a past experience that has influenced me to how I am today. I used to be afraid of heights until I went on an airplane. It had been my first time to ride an airplane and be in the air. When I first stepped on the plane I was very shaky about going. When the plane began to take off from the airport I was very nervous. We were up in the sky and I wanted to be back on the ground in a few minutes. It took a few hours. When we landed in Georgia we got off the plane and got our items.

The first thing I remember is the awareness that I was not alive. My soul had left my body, and according to logic, was never to return. Strangely enough, aside from a pang of

Going through life is not an effortless task for just about everyone, but a huge difference is made when one is guided through it along the way. Growing up, my brother has been a close companion and someone I relied on a surplus amount of times. I was awful at being sociable, attentive, or judicious as a little kid. Even though I still do not have much to show for those categories, I was able to drastically improve off of them thanks to him.

Nevertheless, I covered my slim body with the sheer blanket and tried to get back to sleep... Wait. What was that noise. I looked left and saw a deep, dark figure move across the wall. I swallowed. I stared. I saw... There she was. Smiling at me. The same clothes. The same nails. The same eyes... I jumped out of bed and toward the door. Too late, she had already locked that shut... The atmosphere was so tight, I couldn't breathe, the shadow of her was like the shadow of death as she moved closer...

High school is a place where you let go of the past and shape your future. Everything was so foreign to me during the first couple years of high school. Coming from middle school where everything was so easy and all my classes were chosen for me, it was really hard stepping up to the plate and set goals for my life. When I started high school, I was like the “new” boy on the block. It is like Drake’s new album, “More Life,” coming out to the world. However, unlike Drake, I was not popular at all. I wanted to set my priorities straight as soon as possible because I knew it was important in order to have the best education possible before college.

An event that helped shape who I am today was when I went on a vacation to Vietnam. One day I went to a temple with my family and cousins. My family and I were walking around the temple, and the scenery was very beautiful. I really admired how peaceful and nice the temple was, everyone here was kind to one another. We were about to leave, and saw many kids trying to sell lottery tickets to visitors. I felt really sad because my parents told me that kids in this country had to work. Children that have to work at a young age usually come from really poor families. They were all wearing really worn clothes. Once we left the temple, I thought a lot about how people from poor countries live throughout the world. I did some research and learned that the government in the poor countries don’t care about how their citizens are living, they only care about how rich they are.

If you knew you were going to at this exact moment, would you be satisfied with how you lived your life up to this point? Do your accomplishments and overall happiness outweigh your regrets? I was eleven when my parents got divorced and the aftermath included me going into a depressive state. One quote from what is now my favorite television show gave me a new perspective on life and gave me the strength to do things differently.

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.